My heartbeat drowned your words, the whispered clue
to holding you again. The gale has started,
the ship that sails away is taking you.
If brief, intense; Our meeting was not striven.
I gladly gave myself to you, in kind,
you gave of you all which to give we’re given.
Our paths disjoined, our souls remained entwined.
Did Fate decree we be apart for ever
and cruel Chance contrive our single trance?
Or was it Fate that once excepted never,
that we may suffer hopeless but for Chance?
What did you say before we parted dear?
Your words were drowned, I wait upon the pier.